"We couldn't meet at lunch… so I wanted to ask them to meet us in the courtyard… burd-ah-durrnrr" (translation: But I dunno…) Seras finished speaking into her finger, gnawing it carefully to avoid cutting herself with her own fangs. The young fledgling stared into the bare table as Alucard, John, and Father Anderson waited to hear more of her (nearly) nonexistent plans. Mr. Anderson lingered by his desk to remain 'inconspicuous,' while children drained from his classroom like pressure bursting from an angry Mountain Dew. Glad to get out of there and soon be as far away as possible from the dreaded Calculus teacher. Seras shrugged her shoulders, and peeked at her master, checking his patience warily. "We could drop by their dorm room," she suggested, though it sounded like she was questioning the idea herself.
"Well, you two could." John broke in, to Seras' surprise – more by his assumption that he would have some role to play in this (when he had no idea what was going on), rather than the actual interruption. John's arms were crossed, frowning, finding it impossible to get the taste of Harriet's attitude out of his mouth. He grumbled and complained in a way that made the Vampire Alucard's brain itch. "I can't just waltz right into the girl's dormitory. Picture me walking in, and waving to the girls: 'Yeah, hi everybody' – I get thrown right out the front door, no matter what. And then I couldn't even pass as a girl if I tried."
"You could be a very ugly girl." Alucard provided without looking at him, just throwing something out there to trip up the boy's tongue. (He stumbled wonderfully, becoming entirely mute.) This gave the vampire a chance to shift his attention wholly over to Seras, and heave a heavy frown on top of her quivering uneasiness - much to her dismay. Her worried expression directed at her toes as her eyes darted about anxiously, the girl flinched at his words, though his voice was quiet. "You. Your business. … Figure this out. Do something on your own, for once, Police Girl." Alucard noticed as she squeezed her backpack, held in her arms like a limp teddy bear. Withholding a grumble, he added: "Right. Get the girl, or girls - however many you need. Then you can call me. And I will wake up." The vampire started for the door.
Hearing the mumbling voice at his back, Alucard's fatigue swelled behind his eyes, his vision blurring. He filled his lungs slowly with contradictive patience, eyes shut while the Police Girl continued to mutter her protests, "But how do I know you'll wake up? The cellphone doesn't do squat. Maybe, just maybe, it would work, if someone threw it at your head. But other than that- I swear, I can't-"
While Seras' voice droned in the background, red irises rolled lethargically over the staring priest. They blinked indifferently. Alucard sighed, then shrugged away a lock of hair – throwing it aside when it flowed back around his shoulder, as though his own body wanted to be a nuisance. "Hush yourself, Police Girl. You're squawking." Alucard ignored the pink embarrassment and deflation of near nonexistent confidence, his mouth flat. "Really, behaving like this in front of your beloved math teacher."
Stupidly, baby blue eyes wheeled onto the hulking form of the Catholic priest, finding him beside his desk. The girl's brow bunched with confusion as she wondered how anything they'd (or she'd) said would even make sense to Anderson. It really shouldn't. He doesn't know the girls-
As she saw Alucard slip away, Seras stammered something unintelligible and let out a sound that blended a whine and a growl (to Alucard it sounded like a bleating lamb). The "Lamb" (lamb-chicken?) then capered after her Master, falling into step as they swept past Anderson and the boy.
Though unasked for, John hurried after them.
Mumbling her words, as before, Seras watched her Master's displeased expression arise from shadowed, droopy fatigue. "What am I supposed to do? What do you want me to do? How am I supposed to-" Her thoughts coiled, irritated and yet a little bit frightened as well. Why am I supposed to be working alone? I'm NOT supposed to be working ALONE! "Where are you going?" The question sounded a little too much like a demand.
"Sleep."
Sleep is not… She chewed a lip and then shook her fluffy head at the crowded floor, shoes and socks and pants legs churning what little air was left between them. Oh dear… Sir Integra. What'll I do here, all by myself…? "I can't wake you up. … Not unless I come get you." (Equipped with a cellphone.)
Reaching a new level of laziness, at least in her experience, Alucard rolled a single red eye in her direction. The asymmetry flipped Seras' stomach and she swallowed awkwardly. Wildly, the poor fledgling hoped John had not seen – as Alucard grunted something at her, which she understood to be: "Then bring them to our room. You stu-…. Silly chicken." Alucard was in the process of leaving the two figures behind him, gliding through the throngs of students in the hallway, when the ceiling opened with a drowning echo:
"Alucard Hellsing. Please report to the principal's office. Alucard Hellsing, please report to the principal's office. Thank you."
Promptly denying that it had provided an interruption of any sort, the intercom clicked into silence. The currents of students carried on, while Alucard stood stolid and rigid among them. Seras bounded forward, rebounding off of students like a drunken goat – spinning off bodies as she turned to apologize to one, only to knock against another, to attempt an apology, and so forth. Quite disoriented in the blending mesh of uniforms, (in the eyes of her master) the lamb-chicken bleated and chirped idiotically at all of the teens' couldn't-care-less expressions.
John stared at the speaker on the wall. A bit isolated from the chaos, as he seemed to have checked out (mentally). Mrs. Alucard Blake sounded weird… hm… but Hellsing was freaken awesome.
"S-Sh-Should I call Sir Integra?" Having grounded herself beside Alucard, Seras' voice was breathless – the air knocked out of her by yet another unpleasant surprise. Although, the dozen or more head on collisions had made their own contribution to the ruffled 'school girl' appearance. Even if she hadn't sounded so ridiculous, and hadn't looked so ridiculous four seconds earlier, her question still would have only served to exasperate her Master's blackening mood.
In the end, he only growled at her. Restraining himself, to that extent. When he'd much rather hurl the children's desks, one by one, through each of the school's windows - shoot something that would explode (exactly like it had in a Michael Bay film) - or at least crash something that would set a lot of other things on fire (simultaneously) – etcetera etcetera. "No. You. Go find the girls. Go get the girls. I'll be… right back."
And with that, the Hellsing vampire whisked his slight little form through the mass of school children, and was soon out of sight.
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Seras: Ten minutes later, stood before the girls' door, twisting her anxious, clammy fingers into knots.
Alucard: Fifteen minutes later, stalked out of the office with gritted fangs, crimson eyes flaming in the afternoon shadows.
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John: Twenty minutes later, was very late for class.